I’m so tired. Every day seems to go wrong for me. Every time I think I have a chance of getting better, it all just comes crashing down again. Suicide and self harm and stuff have come back to haunt my thoughts after around a years time of ‘recovering.’ I haven’t relapsed, but the thought sounds appealing, sometimes. I day dream about how my death would affect the people around me, how they would finally see how much I was suffering. I can barely feel loved anymore. One wrong tone sets me off and I break down again. My attachment issues are so bad, especially towards my girlfriend. And I feel like I’m always annoying her with all of my anxiousness. I just wish I could somehow prove I’m not okay, that I could get some actual comfort and sympathy. I’m constantly drained, in physical and mental pain, and everyone pushes me farther to my limit. I’m really, really trying my hardest, but I’m not this strong. I can’t do this anymore. I wish I was gone.